Six Degrees of Lust (44 page)

in first, and damned if it wasn’t absolutely breathtaking. Shiny

hardwood floors led to an oceanfront master suite.

Dropping his bags, Mac walked straight to the French doors

that lead to a veranda facing the ocean and opened them. He

took several seconds to enjoy the warm, gentle breeze before

walking back inside.

“You mind if I leave these doors open?” he asked Sam, who

was standing in the middle of the room looking like a deer caught

in the headlights. “What’s wrong?”

Sam didn’t answer. He just dropped his bags on the floor and

looked around, prompting Mac to do the same.

Shit.

The yellowish walls and elegant furnishing gave the room a

serene atmosphere that made it feel like a tropical spa, but the

beautiful sunken tub in the corner with its marble tiles and lit

candles around the edges that overlooked the French doors and

the room terrace gave it a sultry touch.

Mac figured the huge, hand carved four posted bed with

white gauzy curtains shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. It was

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gigantic and it nearly filled the entire wall opposite the French

doors. It looked comfortable enough, but it had—were those

rose petals scattered all over it?

And there were more lit candles placed on the nightstands.

And strawberries.

And champagne.

Even a guy who didn’t have any experience with such things,

like say, himself, would recognize the whole setting as utterly

romantic. Needless to say, it wasn’t what Mac had been expecting,

but that didn’t stop him from loving it.

He took a deep breath and approached Sam from behind.

He didn’t notice. He was too busy staring at the rose petals and

shaking his head and most likely well on his way to throwing a fit.

Obviously, he hadn’t had a clue what kind of a room they’d be

getting. Which begged the question—who the hell did Mac have

to thank for it? Then he remembered the sexy guy had planned

on vacationing with his friend.

Was this the room where Sam had originally been going to

stay with another man? Was he another fuck buddy? Was the guy

fixing to become one?

The red haze that clouded Mac’s vision almost knocked him

on his ass. He knew it was against their rules, but there was no

controlling the violence that got a hold of him whenever he

thought about Sam with another man.

Or a woman. Because like a moron, he’d gone and developed

a totally unrequited crush on a bisexual guy and damned if that

didn’t double up the competition. Fucking great.

But at the moment his main concern was to make sure Sam

didn’t freak out on him. He was not letting him pull away just

because he couldn’t handle the room’s decor, even if Mac was

torn between wanting and fear himself.

He wrapped his arms across Sam’s wide chest and, ignoring

how tightly wound he was, rested his chin on that precise spot

between neck and shoulder that he knew his lover liked.

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“This is paradise,” he whispered, purposely breathing into

Sam’s ear and smiling a little when he felt a small shiver in

response. “You’re a god for inviting me, darlin’.”

He pressed his hard-on against his guy’s ass and kissed him

softly on the neck, enjoying his unique smell. It was warm and

earthy and it drove Mac crazy. The cologne Sam wore was nice,

but he very much preferred his guy’s natural scent.

Sam inhaled, and little by little his body relaxed until he was

pretty much letting Mac support his weight.

“Thank you.”

What he was thanking Sam for he didn’t know. The vacation,

not saying the room didn’t mean a thing, not turning the moment

into a power struggle between them, whatever the reason, it

didn’t matter right now.

He tightened his hug and bit the curve of Sam’s neck, willing

the guy to stop thinking and submit to the incredible sexual

awareness always present between them. For a moment he feared

his gesture was about to backfire, as Sam tensed up again, but

then he turned to face Mac and grabbed his head with his strong

hands.

“What’s say me and you see how many of those petals we can

fuck off the bed?”

Mac had two seconds of surprise before Sam pulled him

closer and claimed his mouth one more time. All thoughts flew

out of his head. Sam was in his arms, rubbing himself all over

Mac. Their tongues dueled in a frenzy of lust and need and their

hands undressed each other, and that was all he needed for the

time being.

The moment they were down to their boxer briefs Sam

broke their kiss and pushed him towards the bed, giving Mac the

opportunity to visually enjoy the body he wished he could have

every damn day of the week.

He couldn’t get enough of this man’s face, of his thickly

lashed blue eyes full of so much heat Mac felt he was being set on

fire from the inside out. Or those full lips that alternated between

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ravishing his body and making his heart flutter whenever Sam

smiled at him.

Mac lay on the bed and immediately reached for Sam. His guy

leaned in and pecked him on the lips instead. He felt the air leave

his lungs in a rush.

Sexy, horny Sam he knew how to handle. Tender Sam, even

if the sexy guy was oblivious to how sweet and cute he could

sometimes be, not so much.

“Gotta get the supplies, Tex.” Sam stopped Mac’s attempt to

grab his hard prick, but arched his neck to give better access to

Mac’s wandering tongue. “I’ll be a few seconds.”

“You got three,” Mac growled, getting rid of his boxers and

scooting back up on the bed while he watched Sam grab his bag

and get what they needed from it.

The moment he saw him turn around Mac grabbed his dick

and spread his legs, stroking himself while his other hand twisted

one of his own nipples between thumb and forefinger. He

wanted Sam to take a good look at what he was about to get…

what he could have as many times as he wanted if only he’d

reconsider his stupid rules.

“Jesus…fucking Christ.” Sam’s hands clutched the lube

and the box of condoms. His cheeks were flushed; he almost

choked on his own tongue at the sight. “Do you have any idea

how goddamn hot you look right now?” He approached the bed

slowly, taking his sweet time to peruse Mac’s body from head to

toes, making him even harder in the process.

“Boxers,” Mac barked. “Get naked…now!”

“Impatient much?”

“You fuckin’ me or not? I want you to fuck me, Sam. Any

second now would be great.”

“That’s good that you want it this bad.” Mac felt that blue-

eyed gaze slide up and down his body. “Because I can’t wait to

give you my cock…as deep and hard as you can take it.”

“Fuck, darlin’…” Mac tightened his grip on his cock and

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lifted his hips. Had he ever been harder in his life?

“You’re fucking stunning, did you know that?” Sam said

softly. “Smell like heaven, too. Your body is absolutely amazing.”

He threw the supplies on the bed next to Mac’s hip and slid his

own boxers down in one swift move. “And your pucker is sheer

beauty.”

“God, baby,” Mac whimpered, incapable of remaining silent

and nearly overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire.

He had trouble getting past the lump in his throat, but he had

to say something. He had to shake off the emotions Sam infused

in him and not let himself forget sex was what they were about.

Forcing a chuckle, he spread his thighs wider still and licked

his lips. “You ain’t gonna start sproutin’ poetry now, are you,

darlin’?”

Sam glared at him, and Mac winked to let him know he was

kidding. Sure enough, the sexy guy relaxed and put his hands on

Mac’s knees, his eyes darting between Mac’s dick and his hard

nipples.

“Maybe a limerick or two. There once was a man from

Nantucket, whose cock was so long he could suck it…” Mac’s

shoulders shook in silent laughter. Christ. He never knew what

to expect from the guy. “He said with a grin, as he wiped off his

chin…” Sam lowered his head and caught Mac’s leaking precum

with the tip of his tongue. “If my ear was a cunt I could fuck it.”

“Oh my God…” They both laughed for a few seconds.

“You’re somethin’ else, I gotta give you that.”

“And you look so good,” Sam whispered, the teasing tone

replaced by raw, animal need.

“Good enough to fuck?” Mac suggested.

“Good enough to eat.” Sam placed himself between Mac’s

legs and shoved his tongue in his hole.

“Oh God… Fuck…”

Mac could barely breathe; the intimate laps and licks robbed

him of any coherent thought. But before it was too late and he

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came all over his stomach, he pulled Sam from between his legs.

“I ain’t gonna last long,” he rushed to explain, as Sam didn’t

like to be denied or interrupted once he’d gotten down to

business. He caressed Sam’s arm, from his tribal band tattoo to

his long fingers and back. “Lie on top of me? I wanna have you

in my mouth when we come.”

“You mean… at the same time?”

Sam studied him quietly for a few seconds. Sixty-nine was a

position they had yet to try; one that was more intimate than the

various lewd sexual activities they’d engaged in so far. To Mac it

felt more wanton, something he would only do with someone he

completely trusted, so he understood why Sam would hesitate.

The man probably felt the same way.

But he went for it. Thank fuck.

“Okay…”

Sam straddled him, giving Mac a perfect view of a luscious,

firm ass, a strong back full of lean muscles, and easy access to

his engorged prick, heavy balls, and that tight asshole Mac was

hoping to breach soon. He kissed Sam’s tailbone and looked up

when he felt the bright blue eyes on him.

“Is this what you wanted?” Sam’s voice was shaking a little

due to either excitement or vulnerability now that his body was

completely exposed.

“Almost.”

He put one of his hands in the middle of Sam’s back and

pushed him forward softly until he felt warm breath lingering

over his painfully hard cock. He was about to close his eyes in

anticipation when the black scrolling down Sam’s spine caught

his attention.

That was the one piece of art on the guy’s body he got to see

the least. Done in a small and fancy black font that was outlined

in purple, “Honor has not to be won, it must only not be lost”

accentuated his strong back.

Out of them all, that tattoo was perhaps the one that gave

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more insight into his personality… and the one that made Mac

re-think what he was doing.

There was so much shit going on in his life that Sam didn’t

know about. Granted the guy had made it clear he wasn’t

interested in any of it, and knowing probably wouldn’t make a

difference in the arrangement between them, but Mac still felt he

needed to tell him.

He wanted to do the honorable thing and be completely

honest about everything, because he knew from talking to his

guy how little tolerance he had for lies, regardless of how small

they were. Mac could only assume the same extended to lies by

omission and he didn’t want to be guilty of that, even if there

was a completely reasonable explanation for his keeping certain

things from Sam.

The kneading in his balls and increasingly strong sucking on

his cock had his legs trembling and his chest heaving. Not willing

to let his dilemma ruin their time together, he put his hands on his

guy’s strong thighs and wrapped his lips around Sam’s bulbous,

slippery head, concentrating on giving him as much pleasure as

Mac was receiving, but he promised himself he would talk to his

guy.

Soon.

He knew they wouldn’t last long, not when he had his legs

bent up and Sam between them, deep-throating him to fucking

oblivion, and his own mouth full of his guy’s thick cock. Lifting

his head, he spread Sam’s firm butt cheeks and traced first the

crease and then the hole with his tongue, moaning into it when

he felt the other man’s warm precum smeared on his chest.

Dying to swallow everything he had to give, Mac captured the

thick cock again, slowly licking around the throbbing head and

dipping his tongue into the weeping slit before he got to work on

that suction-tongue twirl combination that he knew never failed

to make Sam erupt like a volcano.

In what Mac could only think of as an attempt to last a

little longer, Sam refused to fuck his mouth. His bobbing head

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pumped Mac’s cock and his index finger circled his entrance, but

the rest of Sam’s body was poised motionless over his.

Mac intensified his efforts, set on making them come at the